She was an abandoned baby, and she still remembered the day when she met her master. It was snowing heavily. She lay dying in a bamboo basket by the roadside. There is no hibiscus quilt, just a few thin layers on the back.
The master picked her up, she was a kind lady, and brushed the snow off her body. Warm hands caressed her and wrapped her in her arms.
"Master, it's so dark. Su Su is afraid of the dark." The black cloth tightly wrapped her eyes, and she stumbled with trembling steps, "Master."
Susu, you can see, you can see nothing. The master's voice came out, but there was no response. In the leaky Shandong Province, with the sound of dripping water, something began to appear vaguely in front of my eyes, and some sounds began to recollect in my ears.